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Name: Dev
Age: 19
Personal Journal: Here!
E-mail: Bibaalol@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM @ Deevtias
CHARACTER
Name: Casimiro
Canon: Hanna is not a boy's name
Age: Age unknown, possibly over a few centuries old / Apparent late twenties early thirties
Timeline: After his showdown with Hanna & Company!
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: Despite his short appearance, the fact that it is possible to infer a lot of facts on Casimiro’s personality from his short screen time serves as evidence toward his tri-dimensionality as a character. Simply speaking, he’s a vampire. Blood drinking, turning into bats, you name it. And to boot, he’s been one for a hell of a lot of time, and has been walking the earth from an undetermined amount of it. But he’s learned one thing from that time, and that’s that starving really blows, as is written in his character description.
In that same description, he’s described as Brazen and Self assured, and a bit of a bully, which is a tad of an understatement. In fact, his very first appearance in the comic is him frightening yet another vampire, Conrad, by sneaking up from behind him and going “boo.” The attitude that he transmits in any scenario is one of someone who is experienced, unafraid, but yet a bit rash and reckless. It could be absolute trust in his abilities, or perhaps the fact he has been “alive”, or “undead” for so long, though it is most than likely the former, given that his outgoing demeanor is not of one that would throw his life away so easily.
He gets a good kick out of bullying people, be it by scaring them, cheating at poker, and hitting vulnerable targets with only “Hey, think fast!” as a warning, which is a common way of riling someone up. Plus, he and his partner, whom he travels along with, and whom he sticks with like glue and macaroni, are both on some form of a mission, which is to track down Conrad’s sire, Adelaide. Why, however, is unknown, apart from the fact that he and his partner are quite displeased with her being freed, and Casimiro himself gets quite agitated at Hanna for being the perpretrator of the deed, and as a result, half of him began to glow white and his partner, Finas, remarked that he was “losing his humanity”.
Due to the severity of what that implies, this shouldn’t be something that happens to Casimiro frequently, which in return means that whatever they’re seeking Adelaide for, it’s not a pretty reason. This tiny outburst of his shows that, while he enjoys irritating people, his temper isn’t exactly the longest, but at the same time not close to being short.
Even if he does have a habit of trying to get a rise out of people, it isn’t necessarily all that he is able to do. In the comic, a transition is shown from what would be the start of a bloody battle between Toni and Casimiro has his partner, Finas, not intervened, to the three of them plus Conrad playing a (relatively) friendly match of poker, in which Casimiro blatantly cheated by pulling an extra ace of spades and was called out by Toni. In rebutal to these accusations, instead of defending himself, he snarkily pointed out that Toni was the one cheating, because, as a werewolf, she tried to shift shapes out of the lunar cycle. Obviously, he was aware that she was pointing out his cheating, but the chance to try to irritate her was simply too good to pass.
In short, Casimiro is pretty much the definition of a bully, but a subtle one at that. He doesn’t exactly walk up to someone and punch them in a gut, however, he might try to spook them from behind if they seem like a frightenable sort of person. He’s outgoing, and oftenly cheery, frequently for all the wrong reasons, except when he gets angry. He’s easily provoked by violence, and seems to enjoy a good brawl, but is rather stoic toward worded insults unless the other person is vastly underestimating him, a situation in which he would be more than happy to put them in their place and get a kick out of it. Overall, he’s a pleasant person to be around if he’s on your side, if you don’t mind the most irritating vampire in the world. He does it out of love, though. It’s his way of showing affection.
Background: Had there been any! All that is known of Cas is that he travels with his partner Finas in hopes of finding Adelaide to further some unknown goal. Oh, and he's Italian.
Abilities: All the cliché vampire stuff and then some. Bat turning, pointy teeth (is that a power? soft grunge blogs will be inclined to tell you yes), and the amazing power to turn into some white lightning fast thing.
First Person: [ This was most certainly odd for Cas. From his point of view, he had just swooped away from a gang of idiots after slamming down a radical ultimatum (which was really balling, by the by), not being stuck is some carriage. He looked around thoroughly, keeping his guard up in case this was some form of a setup. It was most likely a dream, or so he figured. Or at least, so he figured until the train came to a stop and the doors opened up. He promptly stepped out toward the station, taking the city into view as his lips curved into a smirk and his hand reached into his pocket, surprisingly fishing out some form of device in the form of a stopwatch. He fumbled around with it a notch, accidentally turning on the video feature. Not oblivious to what had happened with the gizmo, his brows raised and his smirk widened into a grin, revealing pointed, sharp teeth on his jaw.. ]
Heh, well shit.
[ Was this a dream or reality? Either way, standing here won’t help. Still, dream or not, one must be conscientous of aesthetics. Read: find something to bitch about in the absence of people. ]
Not the finest looking place I've ever had the pleasure to glance at, but I guess it has a sort of noir look to it. The bad shitty movie kind.
[ And he scoots away, whistling to the sound of some awful 2000s tune. ]
Third Person: Casimiro’s stay in the city so far had been nothing but fun. Without Finas to keep him on a short leash, he could pretty much do everything he wanted, or so he thought. After a couple of days, he had begun missing the old booger’s presence, even if he tried to convince himself otherwise. Apart from that little oopsie, however, he was having the time of his life. The amount of people who were easily jump scared around was more than enough to fill up his day with all the entertainment in the world, but even with that to amuse him, the company was also enjoyable. Sure, not being able to seek out Adelaide was like an itch he couln’t scratch, but some freaky all expenses paid holidays in Judas’ butt mixed with timey wimey jumbo gumbo couldn’t hurt. Though the difficulty in getting something to drink was a bit of a pain. Most citizens could easily defend themselves from an attack from him, so he’s had to resort to stored, frozen blood. Gross with a capital G. Nothing too worrysome, though. Every rose has it’s thorns, and the ones that came with this one were more than bearable. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he exclaimed lazily as he stretched, laid down on some rooftop, enjoying the light of the moon, or something deep and soul felt like that. The zen moment doesn't last long, and in a jiffy he's hopping back to his feet, and turning into the worst excuse for a bat vampire ever, flapping his tiny bat wings slowly to glide down to the floor smoothly, before shifting back. “Anyhoo, can’t exactly leave the city deprived of my magnanimous presence for long, can I, now?” He muttered under his breath before getting a move on, adjusting the wings of his coat before shoving his hands on his pocket and grinning.
“It'd be awfully rude of me to keep everyone waiting for the main attraction, eh?"
Name: Dev
Age: 19
Personal Journal: Here!
E-mail: Bibaalol@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM @ Deevtias
CHARACTER
Name: Casimiro
Canon: Hanna is not a boy's name
Age: Age unknown, possibly over a few centuries old / Apparent late twenties early thirties
Timeline: After his showdown with Hanna & Company!
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: Despite his short appearance, the fact that it is possible to infer a lot of facts on Casimiro’s personality from his short screen time serves as evidence toward his tri-dimensionality as a character. Simply speaking, he’s a vampire. Blood drinking, turning into bats, you name it. And to boot, he’s been one for a hell of a lot of time, and has been walking the earth from an undetermined amount of it. But he’s learned one thing from that time, and that’s that starving really blows, as is written in his character description.
In that same description, he’s described as Brazen and Self assured, and a bit of a bully, which is a tad of an understatement. In fact, his very first appearance in the comic is him frightening yet another vampire, Conrad, by sneaking up from behind him and going “boo.” The attitude that he transmits in any scenario is one of someone who is experienced, unafraid, but yet a bit rash and reckless. It could be absolute trust in his abilities, or perhaps the fact he has been “alive”, or “undead” for so long, though it is most than likely the former, given that his outgoing demeanor is not of one that would throw his life away so easily.
He gets a good kick out of bullying people, be it by scaring them, cheating at poker, and hitting vulnerable targets with only “Hey, think fast!” as a warning, which is a common way of riling someone up. Plus, he and his partner, whom he travels along with, and whom he sticks with like glue and macaroni, are both on some form of a mission, which is to track down Conrad’s sire, Adelaide. Why, however, is unknown, apart from the fact that he and his partner are quite displeased with her being freed, and Casimiro himself gets quite agitated at Hanna for being the perpretrator of the deed, and as a result, half of him began to glow white and his partner, Finas, remarked that he was “losing his humanity”.
Due to the severity of what that implies, this shouldn’t be something that happens to Casimiro frequently, which in return means that whatever they’re seeking Adelaide for, it’s not a pretty reason. This tiny outburst of his shows that, while he enjoys irritating people, his temper isn’t exactly the longest, but at the same time not close to being short.
Even if he does have a habit of trying to get a rise out of people, it isn’t necessarily all that he is able to do. In the comic, a transition is shown from what would be the start of a bloody battle between Toni and Casimiro has his partner, Finas, not intervened, to the three of them plus Conrad playing a (relatively) friendly match of poker, in which Casimiro blatantly cheated by pulling an extra ace of spades and was called out by Toni. In rebutal to these accusations, instead of defending himself, he snarkily pointed out that Toni was the one cheating, because, as a werewolf, she tried to shift shapes out of the lunar cycle. Obviously, he was aware that she was pointing out his cheating, but the chance to try to irritate her was simply too good to pass.
In short, Casimiro is pretty much the definition of a bully, but a subtle one at that. He doesn’t exactly walk up to someone and punch them in a gut, however, he might try to spook them from behind if they seem like a frightenable sort of person. He’s outgoing, and oftenly cheery, frequently for all the wrong reasons, except when he gets angry. He’s easily provoked by violence, and seems to enjoy a good brawl, but is rather stoic toward worded insults unless the other person is vastly underestimating him, a situation in which he would be more than happy to put them in their place and get a kick out of it. Overall, he’s a pleasant person to be around if he’s on your side, if you don’t mind the most irritating vampire in the world. He does it out of love, though. It’s his way of showing affection.
Background: Had there been any! All that is known of Cas is that he travels with his partner Finas in hopes of finding Adelaide to further some unknown goal. Oh, and he's Italian.
Abilities: All the cliché vampire stuff and then some. Bat turning, pointy teeth (is that a power? soft grunge blogs will be inclined to tell you yes), and the amazing power to turn into some white lightning fast thing.
First Person: [ This was most certainly odd for Cas. From his point of view, he had just swooped away from a gang of idiots after slamming down a radical ultimatum (which was really balling, by the by), not being stuck is some carriage. He looked around thoroughly, keeping his guard up in case this was some form of a setup. It was most likely a dream, or so he figured. Or at least, so he figured until the train came to a stop and the doors opened up. He promptly stepped out toward the station, taking the city into view as his lips curved into a smirk and his hand reached into his pocket, surprisingly fishing out some form of device in the form of a stopwatch. He fumbled around with it a notch, accidentally turning on the video feature. Not oblivious to what had happened with the gizmo, his brows raised and his smirk widened into a grin, revealing pointed, sharp teeth on his jaw.. ]
Heh, well shit.
[ Was this a dream or reality? Either way, standing here won’t help. Still, dream or not, one must be conscientous of aesthetics. Read: find something to bitch about in the absence of people. ]
Not the finest looking place I've ever had the pleasure to glance at, but I guess it has a sort of noir look to it. The bad shitty movie kind.
[ And he scoots away, whistling to the sound of some awful 2000s tune. ]
Third Person: Casimiro’s stay in the city so far had been nothing but fun. Without Finas to keep him on a short leash, he could pretty much do everything he wanted, or so he thought. After a couple of days, he had begun missing the old booger’s presence, even if he tried to convince himself otherwise. Apart from that little oopsie, however, he was having the time of his life. The amount of people who were easily jump scared around was more than enough to fill up his day with all the entertainment in the world, but even with that to amuse him, the company was also enjoyable. Sure, not being able to seek out Adelaide was like an itch he couln’t scratch, but some freaky all expenses paid holidays in Judas’ butt mixed with timey wimey jumbo gumbo couldn’t hurt. Though the difficulty in getting something to drink was a bit of a pain. Most citizens could easily defend themselves from an attack from him, so he’s had to resort to stored, frozen blood. Gross with a capital G. Nothing too worrysome, though. Every rose has it’s thorns, and the ones that came with this one were more than bearable. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he exclaimed lazily as he stretched, laid down on some rooftop, enjoying the light of the moon, or something deep and soul felt like that. The zen moment doesn't last long, and in a jiffy he's hopping back to his feet, and turning into the worst excuse for a bat vampire ever, flapping his tiny bat wings slowly to glide down to the floor smoothly, before shifting back. “Anyhoo, can’t exactly leave the city deprived of my magnanimous presence for long, can I, now?” He muttered under his breath before getting a move on, adjusting the wings of his coat before shoving his hands on his pocket and grinning.
“It'd be awfully rude of me to keep everyone waiting for the main attraction, eh?"
